#tropfendes Maul

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What an incredibly horny thing to post on main. I distinctively remember writing this and going “well, I talk about Sam&Ruby on here sometimes and I’ve been meaning to post more writing, so this is just PERFECT :)” — completely disregarding what it actually said. And then I deleted it in a sudden moment of mental clarity only to upload it again right after. Incredible. (Also the heaven monologue….chefs kiss.)

everyday we get one little step closer to unabashed SamRuby fanfiction writing.

Also I was listening to Heaven earlier and I love "inflatable girl" as a term to describe her out of his eyes for many, many reasons. For one, of course, the vessel aspect (btw he got over the whole fucking a corpse thing really quickly imo but hey, it's Sam). But apart from that - he did use her. I feel like that's an aspect of their relationship that's often overlooked in favour of focusing on her manipulating him, but it's important to me personally. He's definitely aware of what he's getting out of this particular relationship. Anyways - wound sucking pussy eating etc etc.

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In German, humans eat (essen), but animals devour or feed (fressen). Cannibals are called Menschenfresser — humans who become animals when they eat.

— Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses (1990) (footnote)

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Index

Museenkuss(again) and Musenkuss(archive) — fragments, concepts, ideas, thoughts. Apollo's daughters breathing delicate kisses on your eyelids.

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Abschaumgeborene (x) — vulgar, poetic, intoxicating, enticing. smoke and bruise-dark eyes. greedy, selfish, a beauty that lacks beauty, a beauty beyond comprehension.

Blühender Jasmin (blooming jasmine) — a fragrance that blooms in darkness, cool and light yet intoxicating, filling the room with dance-light steps.

Elfenbein (ivory) — graceful limbs, fluttering hands, fingers and bones and ribs and muscle mass shaped by dance, by poetry in motion.

Klares Licht (clear light) — crystalline air, thoughts that weave like delicate golden letters on petal-thin pages, the untouchable. Where is God hiding?

Knospe (bud) — silk-cool petals, doll-sweetness, marzipan and pralines, the moment just before waking - a blossoming awareness.

Nachtschwärmer (x) — laughter in the dark, dancing through cobblestone streets flooded with moonlight, collapsing on sofas in heaps of wine-sweet giggles, midnight affection. a sense of freedom that only comes at night.

Nektar (nectar) — sweet and refreshing, elysium and arcadia, honey and dew.

Rosenkuss (rose kiss) — silk and raspberries, the heavy-oppulent scent of roses and red wine, desire wrapped in velvet.

Schattengestalt (shadow figure) — a whisper, movement in the corner of your eye, the curious absence of footsteps. a reflection that doesn't quite show what it should, a smile with too many teeth.

Sinnesfreuden (pleasures of the senses) — still lives in the dark, dripping with the lust for life. bottles of perfume, bowls of fruit. languid, deep, sensual pleasures.

Süßholz (liquorice) — curious fingertips, a touch that isn't quite accidental, a glance that lingers. A dream, a sigh, a shy-transparent excuse. romance, desire.

Tropfendes Maul (dripping maw) — watchful eyes, sticky hands. The scent of smoke, of blood. claws and fangs. a scream, a s c r e a m.

Umschlungen von Rosenranken (wrapped in rose vines) — a touch that shouldn't feel like that, a love that blurs desire and pain, psychotically, irrationally, erotically -

xx — sweat-slick throats, a dripping chin, sticky fingers. oysters, dew-dripping blossoms, bruised peaches.

Zimt (cinnamon) — a fragrant sweetness that burns your tongue on a languid afternoon. sweet tea, drawn blinds, heat.

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while we’re at it...another German compound noun I adore is Drosselgrube - our word for the dip between your collar bones.

Grube - pit, dip, hollow

Drossel - thrush

jmd. (er)drosseln - to throttle/choke someone

I always loved that word because I thought of it as “Thrush’s pit/dip” but my mother was horrified when I told her that term because she thought of it as “throttle pit”

What a word. Put your hand on someone’s throat, feel their pulse flutter against your palm, delicate as a bird. Dig your thumbs into their jugular, throttle them.

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[Update: It turns out that in this case, things evolved the other way around. Drossel, the bird, is named after the late medieval high german word drozzel, middle high german drozze, old high german drozza, which references the throat. So in other words - The word that used to connect Drosselgrube and Drossel (apparently?) isn't used anymore, thus opening these words up for interpretation. (And writing exercises such as this one.) This doesn't make the word any less fascinating and fun to play with in my eyes, but I'm sorry if this reveal disappoints you.]

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Walking through the fog-soft forest with rubies dripping from my throat like blood.

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I was planning to leave for tonight but before I go — I just remembered the phrase “jemandem Honig ums Maul schmieren“. The English equivalent would be “to butter someone up”, but it translates to “smearing honey around someone’s maw” and the imagery of that…unparalleled. Lips dripping in honey, the saccharine sweet resistance of sugar-glued fangs being pried open, drenched fur, golden strings dripping sluggishly from a pointed chin.

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the little cuts were inlaid with rubies —

Thinking of the Amykos statue, the Boxer at Rest. What an absolute experience it must’ve been to see him and his bronze-shimmering skin in the sun, gorgeous with his dark curls and strong back, the wrapped-up hands lax on his knees and his gemstone eyes under long-delicate lashes of metal, only to be blinded by the ruby-glittering blood dripping from his face.

(Not to mention the combination of him, glittering in defeat, and Polydeuces, shimmering with strength. Breathtaking. Gorgeous. Blinding in the sun-flooded afternoon)

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I posted 5.282 times in 2021

621 posts created (12%)

4661 posts reblogged (88%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 7.5 posts.

I added 1.776 tags in 2021

#words - 478 posts

#art - 349 posts

#⚜️.txt - 203 posts

#süßholz - 147 posts

#tropfendes maul - 125 posts

#abschaumgeborene - 117 posts

#umschlungen von rosenranken - 97 posts

#detail - 94 posts

#xx - 85 posts

#nachtschwärmer - 81 posts

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#the fact that he says no slithers away sits down only to press his hand to his mouth and stare lustfully at her like ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Things to write about in October

I. the taste of fog

II. the dream-eater

III. dusk in an antique shop

IV. vampire lovers from different time periods (1540s and 1920s, 2000s and 1960s etc)

V. the last plum of the year

VI. a lipstick kiss on marble

VII. the sphinx without a secret

VIII. the shadow that takes its tea with cinnamon

IX. the decadent allure of sickness

X. the scent of nostalgia

359 notes • Posted 2021-10-02 17:52:04 GMT

#4

July — fresh baguette with honey and cinnamon, pressing flowers between the pages of the book you’re currently reading, almond blossom face lotion, Vladimir Nabokov, the scent of peaches welcoming you in a sun-warm kitchen, wind-billowed curtains tracing shadows of ever-changing patterns on bare legs, dark chocolate ice cream, perfume with amber musk vanilla base notes. Life, dripping languid-sweet.

503 notes • Posted 2021-07-02 19:00:35 GMT

#3

January - white tea with rose petals, the inviting creamy-white pages of a new diary, nougat, dreams of slow afternoons spent in cafés, oversized sweaters paired with tights, a hint of vanilla and patchouli, jazz noir on rainy-grey late mornings, memories of Klimt - of coffee and gold and lovely notes scribbled on postcards, the excitement that comes with a stacks of unread books and new plans

861 notes • Posted 2021-01-02 21:10:08 GMT

#2

March — earl grey and madeleines, days gently stretching on in hues of blue and pink, honey-scented lotion, stopping to count buds on rose bushes, opening the window to smell the rain while reading, almond cream cake, a trace of perfume lingering on the collar of a light coat, love notes in book margins, the first warm wind tangling in long hair, fresh baguette and a dripping umbrella. introspection and observation - a cool-tender bloom.

1654 notes • Posted 2021-03-04 19:12:44 GMT

#1

The definition for Nachtschwärmer has me utterly weak

2833 notes • Posted 2021-02-12 20:27:03 GMT

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